Alexander winced sharply, his entire body tensing up. The sound of Miss Anderson's voice, along with the cacophony of surrounding noise in the police station, pierced through his ears like a barrage of needles. His hearing had become hypersensitive after using the Instruct Skill moments ago, and now every sound felt amplified—painfully so.“Who I am doesn’t matter,” Alexander said, trying to maintain a firm tone despite the discomfort and pressure closing in on him. “All that matters right now is what I can do for you.”Miss Anderson groaned audibly, a sound full of dissatisfaction and disbelief. Her lips curled into a disapproving sneer as she examined Alexander from head to toe. Her eyes, cold and evaluating, bore into him with unmistakable condescension and scorn.It was glaringly obvious—she did not appreciate his vague and dismissive answer.“I don’t have the time, energy, or patience for childish games,” she said flatly, her voice now low and threatening. “So if you refuse to te

A minute into the quiet, tension-filled drive toward Miss Anderson's family's mansion, Alexander stole a sideways glance at the woman seated beside him in the backseat of the luxurious black Rolls-Royce Phantom. He didn’t dare turn his head too much, only peeking from the corners of his eyes.Though he had observed her before—back at the police station—it was only now, in this enclosed, high-end environment, that the full force of her presence began to dawn on him. Now that they were away from the noise and distractions of others, he could truly take in the magnitude of the woman sitting beside him.Miss Anderson was, without question, intimidating. But her intimidation didn’t come from yelling or aggression—it radiated from her entire being. Her stunning physical beauty alone could make even the most confident and self-assured man hesitate before making a romantic advance toward her. Her presence demanded respect, and her eyes made it clear that nonsense would not be tolerated.But h

"Just being friendly with our half-sister. What does it look like to you?" Denison replied casually, his voice laced with sarcasm. Then he turned his full attention to Miss Anderson, stepping aside to create a path.“Please, do come in,” Denison said, gesturing with an exaggerated sweep of his arm.Miss Anderson sighed heavily, clearly irritated by all the drama but unwilling to show it fully. She gave Denison a brief, annoyed glance before shifting her gaze toward Alexander.“Come on, Alexander,” she said with clipped authority, and without waiting for a response, she strode confidently into the mansion.“Yes, ma’am,” Alexander responded almost instinctively, hurrying to catch up and follow behind her.As he passed Henry and Jessica, Alexander could practically feel the heat of their glares burning holes into the back of his skull. Their animosity wasn’t hidden—it was weaponized. If looks could kill, he’d be dead several times over."You must be special to Anderson, seeing as she bro

"You bastard!"** Elizabeth’s eyes widened in rage as she watched Alexander walk toward Miss Anderson, who stood calmly by the bed of her unconscious father."What do the two of you think you're doing?!" Elizabeth demanded, her voice laced with venom and disbelief.Miss Anderson turned to her, face composed yet firm. "We’re going to help my father," she stated flatly, her tone calm but unyielding."You and that kid are going to do what now?!" a voice interrupted from the doorway. Everyone turned to find Henry standing tall with an arrogant smirk, flanked by Jessica and Denison. And they weren’t alone.An unfamiliar man stood beside them—an older gentleman clad in an immaculately tailored navy-blue suit. He carried a black leather briefcase and held himself with an air of confidence that bordered on arrogance."Who’s that with you, Henry?" Elizabeth asked, eyes narrowing suspiciously.Henry’s smirk grew wider. "This," he gestured grandly toward the man, "is Doctor Kingsley Davis. The le

“The ailment your father is currently suffering from isn’t anything called *Whistle Blight Sickness,” Alexander began with a firm tone, “but rather a far more dangerous and complex condition known as Eclipsia Ashen Syndrome.”Miss Anderson’s eyebrows furrowed instantly. Her lips parted in surprise as her face contorted into a grimace. “Eclipsia Ashen Syndrome? I’ve never heard of anything like that before,” she said, skepticism lacing her voice. “Also, what exactly do you mean by non-naturally occurring?” she pressed, her tone now edged with urgency.Alexander nodded, as if expecting the confusion. “It means that the sickness wasn’t born out of nature—it’s not something you catch from the air, water, or another person. It’s synthetic. Artificial. Someone made it. Somewhere, in a lab.”Miss Anderson’s eyes widened, the weight of his words sinking in. “Are you telling me that someone… did something to my father that triggered—”She abruptly froze mid-sentence. Her expression shifted as